11-04-2018, 08:42 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He wasn't expecting others to have had the same idea as him. It seemed that the influx of joiners was not a common event that occurred within the Rosebloods considering how strange some of the members looked at him, the soft rumours he heard. Having been a traveler all his life, his hearing was more attuned to even the faintest of whispers, he paid attention to a number of things because being a good listener usually translated to an advantage when moving through foreign lands. Borders were something that had been ingrained into the male's very being, his neurons fit to be firing messages back and forth from ears to brain. And yet always it came back to the noise, the unwelcomed sounds he had struggles tuning out. Perry had the tendency to become overwhelmed, distracted by everything. For that reason, he appreciated the gentle hum of a quiet place. The Rosebloods, despite the number of new members roaming about, was akin to that of a library. All it was missing were the books he wanted to read.
He approaches the two, gaze sweeping across the strangely named male. Sorbet. It was a frozen desert. Then again, he has heard a number of peculiar names when he was a lonely wanderer. It shouldn't have been a surprise to him and yet it still caught him off guard. He doesn't spend too long accidentally gawking at the horned male though, instead turning to face his eyes at Sephiroth. Weekly tasks. From the sounds of it, they are duties given out by him, the leader of this place. It sounded optional but Perry wordlessly approached anyway, pointing a paw towards himself to indicate that he wished to receive a job. He wasn't sure if he could be bothered carrying one out as he still had to settle in but he also wanted to familiarise himself with a social life. Hopefully the Lord was understanding enough to know that the coyote didn't feel like speaking, nose twitching as he began to notice the smells of individual members around him, only faintly able to differentiate them.
He approaches the two, gaze sweeping across the strangely named male. Sorbet. It was a frozen desert. Then again, he has heard a number of peculiar names when he was a lonely wanderer. It shouldn't have been a surprise to him and yet it still caught him off guard. He doesn't spend too long accidentally gawking at the horned male though, instead turning to face his eyes at Sephiroth. Weekly tasks. From the sounds of it, they are duties given out by him, the leader of this place. It sounded optional but Perry wordlessly approached anyway, pointing a paw towards himself to indicate that he wished to receive a job. He wasn't sure if he could be bothered carrying one out as he still had to settle in but he also wanted to familiarise himself with a social life. Hopefully the Lord was understanding enough to know that the coyote didn't feel like speaking, nose twitching as he began to notice the smells of individual members around him, only faintly able to differentiate them.